This vision's a blaze, you'll receive in life's critical stage
Time ticking away until all your senses just fade
Rinsing the tastes out of mouths who keep spitting up hate
In ignorant rage seeming extremely dense and insane
But when we dispense of the waste that these mentally slaved....
Bitches have made, leaving bloody trails of menstrual decay
The stench is too great and everyone suffers; cringing in pain
Until the tension that reigns is given a face
This is a game and all of us are sentenced to play
Within the range of good and evil thoughts tinting our brains
And pinching our veins til blood flows so slow, we're physically drained
With no heart to give to the great Kings cuz they're missing an Ace
An integral phase is choosing whether revenge is replayed
Or will we amaze even ourselves in the gift of old age
Submitting to faith in hopes to be forgiven with grace
Before the ending of days lays us into our graves

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Star Gazer

Crystal is dazed... eyes staring at stars trickling through space
But looking like an intricate maze of intimate shapes
These images played through her mind like repeat spins from DJs
And the effects have similar traits from her hips to her waist
She'd sit and embrace the ground or the sand as if she's mounting a man
Then lay back and charge up her plan; watching stars as they danced
A great twist to start a romance, but making it last was the challenge
Needing that view before proceeding to do her passionate madness
Relapsing was tactless; Crystal didn't ask if they wanted to try
She'd withhold sex to punish the guys who wouldn't make love to the sky
A troubling vice because of her eyes, D cups and butt that was nice
They would become so enticed and get naked while running outside
But she settled for less and less because of unsettling stress
Sex was just sex: strictly using the bed for her rest
This new year's eve doing her thing seemed easy as cake
That evening Jake was the tease she would bait in her meaningless date
Turning the dinner party into feasting foreplay
As they sat with a balcony view of the beach house estate
He played with her toes under the table and that basted her bones
No taking it slow, only 9pm and marinating her clothes
Desert was taken to go in obvious ways for them both
But I'm stating it though...
1 was sweet food, 2 was making her moan
They changed into robes, pacing the coast wearing blankets as coats
She laid down exposed, penetrated by the shape of his nose
Apple Brown Betty flavored his throat making taste buds explode
Crystal held his face as she rode, staring through space as he chokes
She came and made Jake a float to wash down the rest of the food
Turned him on his back to attack since he bettered her mood
Wetness exudes as she rests on his tool, his chest to her boobs
Kissing him too, while thrashing her hips to get in the groove
But then comes his crew, but little did they know what Crystal could do
One grabbed her from behind, but she rolled off Jake and kicked out his tooth
Sending her boot through his cheek as she gets up confused
Looks at the sky; her fantasy leaks waterfalls into blood pools
The next victim is screwed from behind with a stiletto heel
Like the same plot they're risking to do reversed til death gets revealed
The next, she just killed quickly and brutal with four kicks through his pupils
Walks slowly back to Jake after death sentencing two ghosts
Gives him the roughest kiss across his bloody lips
And rubs it in by smashing his mouth until his tongue is ripped
Crystal looks up again.... her loving dreamscape has crashed
Into a nightmare where she has become a demon at last
Seeing her past flash before her in several scenes to a path
Through a gateway to hell with a lifetime extended seasonal pass
That evening had to happen to Crystal before the clarity shined
Just like the gem her name represents, her beauty must stem from inside
It's within your life to make the changes that will lift you to stride
And being that mentally high is truly kissing the sky

I give thanks for my blessings, but won’t make dates for confessions
Yet, I do make some arrangements to give praise in church sessions
This day seemed perfected as I’m leaving the house
Put on my pin strip suit, smoke some weed and I’m out
I’m not extremely devout, still there learning the rules
But I’m for certain confused when 3 women emerge with no shoes
I patiently watch, they run to the church like escaping from cops
And grab some dude: two of them punch him in his face so I’m shocked
They’re all dressed nicely with one exception, the shoes of course
In a house of God, plotting shots to fuel a war
Security comes, but by then… the guy looks like a furious bum
And the women are delirious drunks, skidding while steering their truck
So this is wassup? I can’t judge… so I laugh at these bitches
But then I close my eyes, bask in God’s wisdom and ask for forgiveness
I’m trying to get right with the Lord and let my life be absorbed
Bu his accord….
even trying to not like so much porn
Those reflections that day caused me to exit the place
And return for worship in evening service, re-scheduled for 8pm

Middle Topic: Everybody likes to go their own way--to choose their own time and manner of devotion.Jane Austen (1775 - 1817), Mansfield Park

When I return, my eyes are burned by all the tight, shiny skirts
With guys and girls trying to flirt…… hold up!!!! Am I at a church?
Seeing Jesus over the steeple so I just flow with the people
And go to my seat slow; seeing enough cleavage to open a peep show
I stop myself from glancing at fire with steps dance to the choir
Then some couples in front of me wants their romances admired
I’m thinking… “the holy ghost can explain all that I’m seeing
They’re just being filled with spirit from the causes they’re feeling”
But nah…. It’s revealed then with some squeezes of ass
And an intimate closeness like they need a cold bath
Now they’re getting explosive with some kisses performed
Even though I have basic cable, I’m viewing Cinemax porn
So I just giggle with force as if they gave me permission
Could of enjoyed all of this before behaving as Christian
But wait, did I mention the Set It Off girls returned to the scene
Working some jeans
and stunna shades to camouflage these dirt causing queens
In my past, I’d be first to agree that they deserved to be beat
But now I’m more for passivism and turning the cheek
The pastor came out and everyone stands relaxed, then sits down
He captures the crowd; holy ghost dancing and clapping’s the sounds
Reactions are loud…. But none of that matters somehow
It’s rationale now….. and even the thug chics seem rather devout
A sermon of peace to let all of us work through our grief
From an X biker turned reverend to furnish the streets
With an urgent release of orgasmic hallaluahs to service these freaks
I turn and I see the guy from earlier looking to further the beef
He throws it reverse as he sees guards shaking heads no
And making some slow motions towards him before he makes like a ghost
But he’s taking his post right on the corner to state his approach
Which’s murder as he pulls a .380, blazing til faces explode
Satan has rose…
none of these “Christians” have forsaken his soul
Crazy, I know…
but without evil, church congregations are low
It’s all population control
for the sin revenge getting embracement by most
Leading a path straight to hell with blood paving the roads

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The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821 - 1890)​